Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Gong,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.